My First ever story.
Little One-Shot envisioning Sweeney's final thoughts if authorities had arrived directly after The Judge was killed and Todd and Lovett were sentenced to hang.
Sorry if it's already been done...I just want to get something out there...please leave feedback and I know it's kinda a suckish plot...but just tell me what you thought.
Also, lastly, I don't own Sweeney Todd or Dreamworks or anything.
Standing on this dammed platform. Looking out into the mass of filth who are starring, mouths agape, up to where I patiently await my death, noose already loosely circling my neck.
This is where I find myself after the gruesome slaughtering of hundreds of unsuspecting Londoners, the distribution of human meat pies, and the afterward inevitable creation of many unintentional cannibals.
Looking back, I think it was all worth it -all the killing and bloodshed- because in my final moments of freedom I reached my ultimate goal- revenge.
Yes, after years of pursuit I finally managed to steal the life of the man who savagely ripped apart a family from it's deliriously happy state of life and selfishly hoarded the best remains for himself while causing misery and forever damaging and corrupting the victims of this malicious deed. The man whose very name for many years could boil my blood and ignite a fire in the core of my being. The man I loathed with a passion. The man who by now is being lowered into the cold earth where worms and years of silence and solitude await his wretched flesh. His flesh that is so tainted and vile that I would not have even allowed Mrs. Lovett to serve him into one of her pies for it surely would have poisoned it's poor, cursed consumer.
Mrs. Lovett. My land-lady. My accomplice. My friend. The woman who I've known most of my life, who I only just started noticing recently -very recently. The woman who loyally stood by my side while I was too distracted by my many passions to ever openly acknowledge or reciprocate her feelings. The woman who stands by my side even now as we prepare ourselves for our deaths. The woman I never gave a chance. My love .
I reach for her hand which she takes as we look at each other for the last time just as the platform is suddenly dropped and we end a beautifully nightmarish journey.